A Time to Talk

Posted on 16th Feb 2014 07:03 pm by admin

When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don’t stand still and look around
On all the hills I haven’t hoed,
And shout from where I am, What is it?
No, not as there is a time to talk.
I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,
Blade-end up and five feet tall,
And plod: I go up to the stone wall
For a friendly visit.

-Robert Frost (1874-1963)

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BAS THODI DER

बस थोड़ी सी देर के लिए तुम्हारा मुझसे �

A Book of Verse
A book of verse, underneath the bough,
A jug of wine, a loaf of bread - and thou
Beside me sin

TUMKO PAKAR TUMHI KO KHONA,

TUMKO PAKAR TUMHI KO KHONA,

MAIN JANU DIL ROTA HAI. . . . .

PATHAR DIL SE PYAR KA

aaj ki jeet

आज जीत की रात पहरुए! सावधान रहना

खु

Life's Own Battle

Didn't want a battle,

Yet you declared war,

Each knock you gave me made me strong

Sadakin bhi suni si lagti hain

Lagta hai us se mohabbat hone lagi hai 

Uski yaado mein ratein guzaar deta hoon 

I'll Never Forget

I can't tell you how much my heart hurts every day.

It's full of anger, pain, and regrets

Love Trials

Times have been tough, and things have gone wrong,

But the deep love we share has been th

TIMES OF GRIEF
A day it came, a day it went
Pain and cry, all left in grief
Scar it made, it hides behind

Book: A Title Of Life

Life is a series of written pages,

Climaxes and minimum wages.

The words so caref